The walls are shrinking on me.
Breathing becomes harder every day.
It seems more folly, unnecessary to even bother.
Why let you lungs be filled,
when it's all poison?
Why let your lungs be emptied,
when you're already longing for them to be filled?
I'm looking for an answer that has been searched by so many.
Why?
Why bother when the answer probably won't please you?
Why try to find, when found it'll only trigger more questions?